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 Somalia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.