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 Taiwan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masters at Work to the punk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
Index,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
X-102,
Japan,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
ABBA,
The Index,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.