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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.