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 Nauru and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cowsills to the crunk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
Fluxion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
PIL,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.