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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lightning Bolt 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.