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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Avey Tare to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Excepter,
Q65,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
The Move,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
The Evens,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.