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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.