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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ituana to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
The Trojans,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
Nico,
the Swans,
PIL,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.