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 Grenada and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Dave Clark Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Hoover,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
the Association,
X-102,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Faust,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.