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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ronan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
MDC,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.