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 Latvia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Infiniti to the jazz 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.