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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pagans to the electroclash 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
The Pop Group,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.