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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sällskapet 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
UT,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.