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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Ludus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
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.