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 Mali and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.