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 Brazil and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
Bronski Beat,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.