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 Korea South and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Toni Rubio to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.