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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.