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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalann 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.