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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Wake to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.