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 Finland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 The Barracudas to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.