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 Morocco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantytec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
Can,
JFA,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.