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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Pop Group to the techno 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
ABC,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.