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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Tommy Roe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalann,
The Slits,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.