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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Albert Ayler to the dance 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
This Heat,
The Smiths,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.