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 Hungary and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Max Romeo to the techno 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.