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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Loose Ends to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Mars,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.