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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
Q65,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
The Names,
AZ,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.