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 the UAE 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
New Order,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Pylon,
the Swans,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.