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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Suicide to the punk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
Brick,
Pole,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.