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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Minutemen 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.