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 Slovakia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
Franke,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.