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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
Crime,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.