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 Palau and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 United States of America to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.