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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 MC5 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Crime,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
Liliput,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.