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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minny Pops to the grime 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.