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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Chrome to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.