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 Ireland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Basic Channel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.