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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.