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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Subhumans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.