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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
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 chamberlin 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
Ituana,
Model 500,
Aswad,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.