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 Iran and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 John Lydon to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
Magma,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.