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 Iran and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
MDC,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.