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 Afghanistan and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Rekid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
the Association,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.