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 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.