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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.