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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the techno 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Slave,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.