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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Circle Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.