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 Brunei and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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-102 to the rock 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
JFA,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
New Order,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.