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 Iran and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 World's Most to the funk 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.