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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
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 Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Babytalk to the techno 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Index,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.