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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
The Names,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
Mars,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.