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 Korea South and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Wings,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.