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 Ireland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 The Flesh Eaters to the punk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.