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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.