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 Madagascar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.