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 Benin and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Roger Hodgson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.