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 Finland 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.