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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.