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 Suriname and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Terry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.