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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cluster to the electroclash 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.