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 Turkey and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pussy Galore to the dance 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
Sparks,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.