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 Georgia and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Trumans Water to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.