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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Smog,
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.