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 Austria and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Hoover to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
UT,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
The Slits,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
Magma,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.