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 Italy and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Litter to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.