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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 48th St. Collective to the rap 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.