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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 The Names to the electroclash 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.