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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Aural Exciters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.