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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Slits to the rap 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
JFA,
Mars,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
Sparks,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.