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 Palau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Technova,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.