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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Age Steppers to the punk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
10cc,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.