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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.