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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Electric Prunes to the grime 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.