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 Armenia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Davy DMX to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.