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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 B.T. Express to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.