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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 The Buckinghams to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Television,
Ronan,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.