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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mantronix 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Wire,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.