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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Swans to the punk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.