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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
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 oboe 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 Radio Birdman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.