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 China and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.