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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rapeman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.