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 Austria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Shoche to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Make Up,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.