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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.