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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Marc Almond to the techno 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.