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 Namibia and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Dawn Penn to the rock 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
the Germs,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.