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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
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 snare 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 Dave Gahan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monks,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.