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 Iran and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultravox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.