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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 a-ha to the grunge 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Motorama,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.