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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
The Names,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.