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 Syria and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Crime to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
Flipper,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.