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 Thailand and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Subhumans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Interpol,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.