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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 48th St. Collective to the rock 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Brick,
ABBA,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.