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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.