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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Monks,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.