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 Poland and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.