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 Tonga and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.