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 Kosovo and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.