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 Greece and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lou Christie to the rock 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.