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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Audionom to the electroclash 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
Unwound,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.