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 India and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Jawbox to the techno 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
Liliput,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
MDC,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.