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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Quadrant to the electroclash 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.