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 Mexico and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Visage to the rap 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
In Retrospect,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.