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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
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 chamberlin 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crime,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.