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 Belize and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cowsills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.