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 Yemen 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.