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 Australia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.