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 Malta and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motorama to the punk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.