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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Birthday Party to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.