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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.