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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.