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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 A Flock of Seagulls 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
PIL,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
X-102,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.