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 Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Can,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
Oblivians,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.