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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Standells,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.