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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Alison Limerick to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.