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 Liberia and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Magazine,
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.