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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
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 snare 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five 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?
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.