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 Korea North and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Ludus,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.