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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Black Dice to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.