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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
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 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
The Doors,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.