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 Singapore 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
10cc,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.