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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Ultravox to the grunge 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.