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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Tommy Roe to the techno 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
Index,
Visage,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.