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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 ABC to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
Cameo,
Audionom,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
June Days,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.