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 Guyana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
Can,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Q65,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.