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 Portugal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Youth Brigade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers,
Index,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.