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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Echospace,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.