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 Qatar and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
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 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 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 Neil Young to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.