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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Skriet to the grunge 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.