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 Tunisia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wasted Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.