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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vogues to the electroclash 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
The Move,
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.