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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.