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 Kenya and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 The Smoke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.