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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.