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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Colin Newman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Swans,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Japan,
ABC,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
Television,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.