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 Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Boredoms,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.