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 Peru and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Red Krayola to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.