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 Thailand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Cameo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.