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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 The Modern Lovers to the techno 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.