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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Deadbeat to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
June Days,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.