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 Burkina and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Germs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
The Residents,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.