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 Brazil and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Association to the electroclash 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
Cluster,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.