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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.