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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Walker Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
Suicide,
Visage,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Slave,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.