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 Swaziland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Masters at Work to the rap 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.