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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
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 1973 at the first Television 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 Misunderstood to the dance 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
MC5,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
The Seeds,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.