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 Nauru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
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 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.