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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.