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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.