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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 the Germs to the dance 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
The Index,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
MC5,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.