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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Wally Richardson to the disco 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Zero Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.