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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
June Days,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
New Order,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.