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 Syria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Busters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.