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 Benin and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warsaw,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
New Order,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.