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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.