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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Modern Lovers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
Unwound,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
Slave,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.