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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.