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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.