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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Dave Gahan to the grime 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
Mars,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
Japan,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.