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 Armenia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Joy Division to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.