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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gun Club to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.