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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Rekid,
Chrome,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.