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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Real Kids to the crunk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
The Names,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
MC5,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.