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 Greece and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Country Teasers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
John Holt,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.