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 United States and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Yaz to the electroclash 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
Swans,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.