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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.