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 Bahrain and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 the Germs to the techno 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
X-102,
JFA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.