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 Maldives and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Grey Daturas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
Inner City,
Pagans,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.