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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Darondo,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.