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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Agent Orange to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
UT,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.