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 Azerbaijan 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Silicon Teens to the electroclash 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.