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 Mexico and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Enemy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.