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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
Monolake,
Main Source,
Ten City,
Model 500,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
Wings,
cv313,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.