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 Belarus and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Mojo Men to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.