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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Silicon Teens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.