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 Germany and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Skarface to the electroclash 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.