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 Belize and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 New York Dolls to the grime 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
X-102,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.