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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Camouflage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
The Pop Group,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.