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 Cameroon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harmonia to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
Cluster,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.