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 Haiti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.