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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Silicon Teens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.