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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 cv313 to the grunge 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.