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 Germany and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Skaos to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.