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 Samoa and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Ice-T to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.