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 Mexico and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
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 clarinet 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Nico,
Magazine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.