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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Japan,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.