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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
Television,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.