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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
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 sitar 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 The United States of America to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.