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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Cure to the rock 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
Q65,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.