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 Liechtenstein and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
The Busters,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
Ludus,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.