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 Angola and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.