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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.