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 Kenya and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 The Durutti Column to the rock 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Standells,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.