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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 The Blues Magoos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.