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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Man Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.