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 Syria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Surgeon to the electroclash 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.