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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Fort Wilson Riot 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
The Motions,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Whodini,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.