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 Australia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Gang of Four to the grunge 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Can,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.