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 Japan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
CMW,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.