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 Turkey and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Drexciya 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.