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 Mauritius and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gories to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Chrome,
Scientists,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
The Beau Brummels,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.