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 Brazil 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Outsiders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
Interpol,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
John Cale,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.