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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skatalites to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.