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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Visage,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Index,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.