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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Prince Buster to the rap 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Scion,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.