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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Yazoo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.