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 Mongolia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Crime to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
CMW,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
Q65,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.