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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
PIL,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.