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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.