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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Visage,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Japan,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.