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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Marc Almond to the crunk 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Deakin,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.