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 India and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Wake to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.