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 Burundi and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
Model 500,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.