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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.