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 Egypt and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Vladislav Delay to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.