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 Mali and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
UT,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.