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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Marine Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.