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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Public Enemy to the techno 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
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.