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 Brunei and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 FM Einheit to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.