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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Smog to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Skarface,
Model 500,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
The Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.