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 Malawi and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deepchord 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.