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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Fortunes to the rock 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Pylon,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Gong,
Main Source,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.