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 Singapore and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
World's Most,
Pylon,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.