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 Brazil and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Monochrome Set to the rock 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.