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 Botswana and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Animal Collective to the jazz 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.