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 Ghana and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Mars to the grime 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.