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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
Television,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
Wings,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.