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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Goldenarms to the disco 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Organ,
Black Moon,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.