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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
the Association,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Unwound,
Josef K,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.