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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.