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 Haiti and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra to the grunge 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Whodini,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.