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 Japan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
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 theremin 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 The Fugs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
Rapeman,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.