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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.