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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Hardrive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Television,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.