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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultravox to the grime 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.