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 Belarus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Stetsasonic 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.