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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Scientists to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
Mantronix,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.