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 Finland and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.