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 Hungary and from Lagos.
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 London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Nas,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.