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 Finland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Magazine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.