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 Tonga and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Boredoms to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.