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 Nauru and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.