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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Livin' Joy to the funk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
Q65,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
Skaos,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.