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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
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 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 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
World's Most,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.