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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.