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 Nauru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.