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 Comoros and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.