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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.