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 Egypt and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bauhaus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q65,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Wings,
The Motions,
John Holt,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.