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 Gabon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visage to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.