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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Bill Wells to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.