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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 The Real Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.