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 China and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
cv313,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.