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 Nauru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.