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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
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 organ 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 Lalo Schifrin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.