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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Circle Jerks to the rock 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Erasure,
The Move,
The Busters,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
Parry Music,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.