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 Angola and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Scientists to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Yellowson,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Swans,
The Gories,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
Smog,
Roxette,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.