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 Suriname and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David McCallum to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars 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?
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.