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 Laos and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.