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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Martian to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.