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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 The J.B.'s to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.