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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 David Axelrod to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
Hashim,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Technova,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
John Foxx,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.