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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Minor Threat to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.