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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Monochrome Set to the rock 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
DNA,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
The Gories,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.