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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pylon to the dance 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs 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?
Cymande,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.