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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Adolescents to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Darondo,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.