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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Technova to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
This Heat,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.