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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
UT,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.