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 Iceland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suicide to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.