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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.