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 Benin 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 The Barracudas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine 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?
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.