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 Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bad Manners to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Interpol,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.