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 Serbia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
Faust,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.