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 Iran and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Infiniti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Mandrill,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.