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 Greece and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smog to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Cybotron,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.