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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.