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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 The Mojo Men to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.