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 Antigua and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Junior Murvin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
10cc,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q65,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.