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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 John Lydon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
the Germs,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.