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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Buzzcocks to the dance 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
Wire,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.