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 Andorra and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Television to the rock 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
Organ,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
Ludus,
10cc,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.