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 Armenia and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 PIL to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
UT,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.