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 Belgium and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.