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 Japan and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T.S.O.L. 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
10cc,
The Gories,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
X-102,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.