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 Russia and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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?
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Can,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.