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 Israel and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
X-101,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
the Normal,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Crime,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.