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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Japan to the disco 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Magma,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.