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 Uruguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 electroclash 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Quantec,
The Evens,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
The Victims,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.