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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Toasters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.