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 Namibia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Young Marble Giants to the rock 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.