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 Iraq and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Index,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
Franke,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
UT,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.