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 Nauru and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Gun Club to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Can,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.