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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.