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 Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fall to the grunge 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
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.