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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suicide to the grime 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zapp,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.