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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.