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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra to the rock 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.