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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 The Doors to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.