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 Cuba and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Public Enemy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.