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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Cure,
The Associates,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
Nirvana,
Organ,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.