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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Dice to the grime 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.