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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Siglo XX to the dance 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Zapp,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.