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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
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 harpsichord 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 Fugazi to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
Nico,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Zapp,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.