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 Brunei and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Hoover,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.