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 Honduras and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.