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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.