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 Cuba and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.