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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.