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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Black Flag to the rock 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.