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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Blossom Toes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues 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?
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.