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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Minor Threat to the grime 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.