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 Ireland and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Sixth Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.