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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bluetip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Shoche,
Main Source,
Whodini,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.