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 Belarus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Q65,
Lyres,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Brick,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.