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 Barbados 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 J.B.'s to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.