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 Laos and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Harry Pussy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
MDC,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Sex Pistols,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.