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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Urselle to the disco 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.