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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 synthesizer 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 Royal Trux to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Newcleus,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.