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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 John Lydon to the funk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
Chrome,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero 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.