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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Excepter to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.