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 Canada and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Nation of Ulysses 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.