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 Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Smiths to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.