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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
Magma,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
The Cure,
Television,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.