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 Japan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MDC to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q65,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.