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 Haiti 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 PIL to the rap 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Oneida,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.