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 Thailand and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.