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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erasure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.