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 Nauru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Sun City Girls to the punk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.