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 Togo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Liliput to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Franke,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Yaz,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.