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 Liechtenstein and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Negative Approach to the rock 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Crime,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.