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 the UAE and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
Index,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.