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 Yemen and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jandek to the grunge 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Darondo,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.