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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
New Order,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
Television,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.