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 Belarus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris Corsano to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
Pulsallama,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
The United States of America,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.