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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Newcleus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.