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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.