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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slave to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Urselle,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.