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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Agent Orange to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
Smog,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.