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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Dirtbombs to the techno 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.