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 Benin and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Seeds to the dance 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
Crime,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.