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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Q65,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.