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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
The Move,
cv313,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.