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 Norway and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The J.B.'s to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.