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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 The Fuzztones to the electroclash 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
the Swans,
Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.