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 United States and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.