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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Interpol,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
Symarip,
cv313,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.