Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belgium and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.