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 Panama and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.