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 Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Toasters to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
AZ,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
10cc,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.