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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Cramps to the crunk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
Echospace,
Japan,
The Busters,
The Cure,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
The Names,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.