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 Morocco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pulsallama to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
The Residents,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.