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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rap 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
cv313,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
Television,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Ultravox,
Franke,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.