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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 the Normal to the grunge 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Q65,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.