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 Burkina and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
ABC,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.