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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 The Remains to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.