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 East Timor and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Nick Fraelich 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.