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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
cv313,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
MDC,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.