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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
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 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 Erasure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.