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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.