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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Skriet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.