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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.