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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.