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 Ghana and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
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 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 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 Audionom to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.