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 Argentina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Babytalk to the rap 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.