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 Chad and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Fear,
KRS-One,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.