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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
Motorama,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
The Motions,
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.