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 Iceland and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Agitation Free to the punk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
Pagans,
Smog,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.