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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nirvana to the punk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.