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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Erasure,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.