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 Niger and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Dawn Penn to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
X-102,
The Victims,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.