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 Korea North and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Barry Ungar to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
Q65,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.