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 Australia and from Mumbai.
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 Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quantec to the grime 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.