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 Tanzania and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grey Daturas to the jazz 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.