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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
The Index,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.