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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Au Pairs to the rap 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.