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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camouflage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
The Cure,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.