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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Mummies to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.