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 China and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Ronan to the crunk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
Faust,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Television,
Mars,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.