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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rapeman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
Ludus,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.