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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Angels of Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
Television Personalities,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.