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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quadrant to the disco 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
Roxette,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
JFA,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.