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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wire to the dance 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.