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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minutemen to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Visage,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.