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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Half Japanese to the disco 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.