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 Gambia and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neil Young to the techno 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Magma,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Niagra,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Unwound,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.