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 Tonga and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Monolake to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.