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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
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 sitar 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.