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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Buckinghams to the jazz 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
The Motions,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.