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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
The Index,
The Motions,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.