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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.