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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 funk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.