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 France and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
Organ,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.