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 Uganda and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Basic Channel to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
Main Source,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.