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 Nicaragua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Index,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.