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 Iraq and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the jazz 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.