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 Morocco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Magazine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
MDC,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.