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 Cuba and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Tim Buckley to the grime 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Scion,
Faraquet,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.