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 Honduras and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.