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 Maldives and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cowsills 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.