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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 The Stooges 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Pylon,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.