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 Bhutan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.