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 Norway and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.