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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
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The Gories,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.