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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.