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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.