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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.