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 Tunisia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 The Misunderstood to the rap 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.