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 Samoa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bill Wells to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
Moebius,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.