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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.