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 Liberia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 New Order to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.