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 Italy and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
ABC,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.