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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gichy Dan to the grime 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Gong,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.