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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.