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 Denmark and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Standells to the dance 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
DNA,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
MDC,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.