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 Angola and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Neon Judgement to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.