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 Namibia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.