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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Real Kids to the techno 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City,
Infiniti,
Index,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
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.