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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Fortunes to the grunge 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
the Slits,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Ludus,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.