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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.