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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Minor Threat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.