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 Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Martian to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Qualms,
Suicide,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.