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 Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Pylon,
X-102,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.