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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.