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 Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 World's Most to the grunge 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.