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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warsaw to the electroclash 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.