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 Congo and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.