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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Beau Brummels to the grime 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
Ossler,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.