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 Austria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sister Nancy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.