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 Sri Lanka and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
AZ,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.