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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Fugs to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
AZ,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Ituana,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.