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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Icehouse to the funk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Slave,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.