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 South Sudan and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.