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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABC to the techno 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Index,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.