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 Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.