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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
Can,
Scientists,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.