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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Graham Central Station to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Index,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
Cymande,
ABC,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.