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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Niagra to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Deepchord,
The Index,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
The New Christs,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.