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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.