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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Detroit Cobras to the disco 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.