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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Adolescents to the rap 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.