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 Palau and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
This Heat,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.