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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masters at Work to the grime 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.