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 Zambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Dead Boys to the punk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Organ,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.