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 Senegal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Pylon,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
This Heat,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.