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 Finland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.