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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
June Days,
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.