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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crime 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.