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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
The Residents,
DNA,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.