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 Germany and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Dawn Penn to the dance 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
AZ,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.