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 Togo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.