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 Sweden and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
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 mellotron 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 Siglo XX to the jazz 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Skarface,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
The Move,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
UT,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.