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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
UT,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.