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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
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 sitar 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.