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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Flock of Seagulls 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Josef K,
X-102,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.