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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bauhaus to the rock 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Index,
The Barracudas,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.