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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Bauhaus to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.