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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
Franke,
Can,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.