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 Fiji and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 One Last Wish to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Nico,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.