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 Chile and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
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 oboe 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 Public Enemy to the funk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.