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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Livin' Joy to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Magazine,
Blossom Toes,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
Skaos,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Hashim,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.