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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angels of Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
Ponytail,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.