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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Görl,
Peter & Gordon,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.