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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cameo to the rap 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Q65,
Rosa Yemen,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.