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 Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Joe Smooth to the techno 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Organ,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.