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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Litter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.