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 Iraq and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Tomorrow to the dance 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
the Association,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.