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 Germany and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 AZ to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
The Doors,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
The Associates,
Q65,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.