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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
X-101,
Interpol,
The Evens,
The Monks,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.