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 Malta and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Franke,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.