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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.