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 Egypt and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Names to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
Franke,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
Television,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.