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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang On A Can to the disco 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.