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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hardrive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.