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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dave Gahan 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
The Wake,
Talk Talk,
Q65,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.