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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
The Dead C,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.