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 Moldova and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rapeman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.