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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.