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 Andorra and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scratch Acid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
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.