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 Malta and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus to the rock 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
Franke,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.