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 Nauru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Outsiders,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Nico,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
Visage,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.