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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 cv313 to the grunge 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Television,
The Invisible,
Faust,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Nas,
John Lydon,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.