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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Iggy Pop to the disco 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.