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 Antigua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Agent Orange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.