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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
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 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 Ronnie Foster 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
Wire,
the Association,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.