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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
June of 44,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
Suicide,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca,
The Names,
Model 500,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.