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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
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 guitar 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
The Residents,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.