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 Romania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
10cc,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.