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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Faraquet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
cv313,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.