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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Echospace,
Little Man,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.