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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.