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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
The Standells,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
Joyce Sims,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.