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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Patti Smith to the funk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.