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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Bluetip to the disco 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
Scion,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.