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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Stiv Bators to the techno 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.