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 Australia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ponytail to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Little Man,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.