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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Lakeside to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
The Move,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.