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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
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 guitar 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 Slave to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Pole,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
Nico,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
the Swans,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.