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 Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.