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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Qualms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.