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 Gabon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
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 oboe 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.