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 Brazil and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Franke,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.