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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Michelle Simonal to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.