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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bauhaus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Jandek,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.