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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
World's Most,
The Victims,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.