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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Amon Düül to the dance 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits 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?
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
UT,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Nas,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.