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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Modern Lovers 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.