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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Shoche to the grunge 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.