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 Iceland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugazi 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Brick,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman,
Ituana,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.