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 Namibia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 F. McDonald to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.