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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.