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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Lungfish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented 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?
MC5,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.