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 Laos and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Scratch Acid to the funk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Fear,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.